Mom, how I miss you! Your smell, your lap, your fights, your spice. To satisfy the longing, I smell myself.

Geraldo Magela de Souza

In the same notion of bodies in art We are a symbol Mystery of being.

Manuela Amaral

Change of course... of life.. Whatever you want to call it... We live lies or let ourselves be carried away by them... Are they the result of our own imagination, or are they true...

Vanusa Ferreira

I'll tell you a secret; Waking up hearing your voice makes my whole day happier.

Barbara Teixeira

Aggressive, competitive and individualistic we have become exploitable as workers and citizens, but not interesting as people. Sitting on top of earnings...

Teresa Almeida

Suicide is a form of murder - premeditated murder. It's not something you do the first time you think about doing it. It takes getting used to. And y...

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